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That grin. It was the sexiest, naughtiest thing I’d ever seen and it made me bite down hard on my lip. I was hot and now he knew it. If he wasn’t sure before, he certainly was now. Breathing jaggedly, I stared into Abram’s eyes, feeling everything else in the room. His desire. His fingers curling. I felt my nipples tightening and just grazing his skin when I exhaled. The touch made him breathe deep and glare at me in a way that turned me on hard. I felt an odd sense of victory. I’d yet to see Abram in anything but control and right now, he looked on the brink of losing it. I’d briefly paralyzed him and it made me feel powerful. Sexy.
But when he spoke, his words were even.
“Do you need me for the rest?”
“No.” I couldn’t have answered faster. But I had no intention of letting him touch my panties. They were effectively ruined thanks to him. “I’m just going to get in now,” I said, rushing in still wearing my thong. But my pulse jumped once the water hit my palms. The stinging shocked me silent for a second but then I couldn’t hold it in, hissing a long “owww” with a string of profanity that had Abram’s attention flicking right back to me. Laughing bitterly, I finally went fuck it and let myself give in. “I lied. I need you.”
“Yeah?” My words put an impish curve at the ends of his mouth but he said nothing more as he came to me again, stopping at the glass door of the massive shower. He hooked his thumbs into the waist of his sweats. “I’ll keep my boxers on but I’m taking these off. Alright with you?”
I nodded casually through my pounding heartbeat. “I’m going to keep mine on too.”
Abram laughed, his eyes once again locked on mine. “Fine with me.”
And with one swift push, he dropped trou. Oh… my God. I swallowed, trying to keep my attention on his gaze and not on his package, but through the corner of my vision, I could tell he was wearing navy boxer briefs. And I was pretty sure I’d seen something else that was unmistakable. He was hard. Holy shit. Not fully, but when it came to Abram, just a bit of him was already way more than others. God, oh God. I wasn’t sure if the cocky smirk in his voice was an acknowledgment or just him being a sexy asshole. “Stitches need to stay dry?” He reached for the bottle of Kiehl’s behind me.
“Yes,” I whispered, barely breathing as his fingers slid around my neck, letting me gently arch my back and tilt my head under the shower. For some reason, I feared the water as much as I craved it. I was quite possibly the world’s tightest ball of stress and frustration.
But the second the shower hit me, relief sighed from my lips.
Nothing hurt and I relaxed. My eyes closed, I reveled in every part of the moment – the sound of the water, the smell of his shampoo, the strength of his hands on me. One firmly cupped my neck and the other combed through my hair. It was like he was brushing everything away. Evan, money, Alma’s. Even Elle. All the things that plagued my soul were gone in Abram’s arms. Held so tight, I couldn’t think about anything. It felt so good that I hardly cared anymore about being shy. My naked chest pressed shamelessly to his, rubbing against him with every breath. My hands were hooked to his shoulders, digging into his skin as I leaned further back under the water. A shower had never felt so incredible. When Abram finally broke the silence, it was with a smug laugh.
“How are you feeling?”
“So good,” I breathed, resting the weight of my head on his palm as the water rained from the ceiling, rinsing out my hair. My mouth parted as I felt his fingers start to gently knead, massaging my neck. Oh my God. Don’t stop. I was in another world now, contentment trickling through my limbs. I knew the pleasure was on my face because I heard the smirk in his voice.
“Glad you like it.”
“Oh God… I love it.”
“Good. But since you’re already wet and naked, I’m going to need you to keep the sexy sounds to a minimal or I’m going to have a hard time over here.”
I was too relaxed to show the shock on my face. All I could do was hold in a moan as his other hand began rubbing the small of my back. I was in heaven. My knees gave out but it didn’t matter. Abram caught me and I heard his grunt as my breasts smashed harder against him. Slipping, his palm caught a rough handful of my backside.
I couldn’t help it – I let out my moan.
It was soft, held halfway in, but it lasted a good few seconds and was unmistakable. Because the way he grabbed hold of me – with such instinct, such raw strength and quickness – had me quickly as wet and turned on as humanly possible. Fuck. I bit back a sheepish grin, refusing to open my eyes as Abram gave a low laugh. “Yeah?” That single sexy word again and he had me crazy. I didn’t know how to reply. All I could do was chew harder on my lip, his breath on my neck as he kept his hand on my ass. “That okay then?” His question was a low murmur. He was asking if he could keep touching me there. For some reason, that drove my arousal through the roof.
“It’s okay,” I whispered eagerly, sliding my hand on top of his.
He breathed out my name like a warning. But whatever control he had disappeared the second I made him squeeze me. Immediately, he rumbled something full of need and my lips parted as I felt his fingers slide further down, to my underside, between my thighs. Oh my God. His fingertips just teased my pussy. They drew little circles as he pushed gently between my folds to feel my wetness, slipping himself just inside me and breathing out hard against my neck as I clenched around him. Holy shit. I had no idea what was going on but I didn’t question it. Every sensual bit of his touch was exactly what I needed. I was absolutely lost.
But when the water trickled to my raw knees, I jolted back to Earth.
“Shit.” Gasping wide, I blinked at Abram. My lashes were dripping, my arms snaked tight around his neck and his face just inches from mine. His stare was thick with desire as he held me close. Silent, panting, I let the water sting me, my nails digging into his skin as I stared at his lips. I wanted to taste them. They were smooth and pink and I needed to feel them crushed against mine. But for a moment, we simply stood there, frozen under the beating hot water.
Finally, I broke from his grasp, stepping back behind the showerhead. Taking a bar of soap, I held it out to him. “I want you to do my body now.”
Abram stared. That smirk I expected didn’t come. What I got instead was a wolfish look, his blue eyes glinting with a predatory gaze that took me back to the alley. My heart thumped when he finally stepped forward, walking under the water, soaking himself before walking me slowly back till I was pressed against the wall. “Tell me again what you want.”
“I want you to do the rest of me.”
Abram studied me for a tormenting second, our bodies as close as they could be without touching. Eyes on mine, he took the soap from me, something dirty about the way he worked it over his palms. I licked my lips as I simply watched. Anticipated. Yes, please, Abram… please… His hands lathered, he finally slid his languorous touch over the front of my body, trailing suds from my neck to my chest, his gaze smoldering as he slowly filled his hands with the swollen globes of my breasts. Eyes on fire, he soaped them up, rubbing slow, torturous circles before letting his fingers tighten slowly into a squeeze so firm it drew a cry from my lips. I moaned.
“Fuck, Isla,” Abram finally let out a vicious groan and broke our rule. Feasting on my naked breasts, his eyes soaked me in. They were a bright blue I’d never seen, wild with a hunger that made him growl like a beast. The sound echoed against the fogged glass and had me instantly delirious, pulling his hand between my legs. I gasped as he responded with his palm formed over my throbbing pussy, his fingers stroking through my thong for a second before ripping it down.
He slid inside me. The rumble came from deep in his chest as he felt the slickness of my arousal. “Fuck, yes, Isla.” Pulling out, he licked my juices off his finger before sliding two back in and pumping. Oh God. Uncontrollable pleasure spilled from my lips – loud enough for every suited m
an in his house to hear. There was no sense in holding back anymore. This was probably a bad idea but we were past the point of no return, Abram’s lips muttering into my neck as his fingers thrust deep inside my pussy. The ecstasy was unbearable, his erection pulsing against my belly as he tunneled inside me, a thousand different pleasures darting from every part of my body to my tightening core. I could taste the steam of the shower, hear the water beating on tile, but other than that, I was delirious, absorbing every ounce of Abram. All six feet and four inches of his muscled body zeroed in on my pleasure and my pleasure only. I never wanted him to stop. I was so far from Earth I could hardly remember my name.
